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With apologies to BoomGTS (where I stole this idea ), I give you "Angry Karen".

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Karen storms into the boutique, marching directly towards the checkout counter where a little man is standing below another giantess; his squeaky voice chirping away as he eagerly assists her. The other customer was a dark-haired small framed woman of about 5'3", while Karen was athletic and every bit of 5'9". Saying nothing to the smaller woman she's interrupting, Karen strides past her and pushes herself to the nearest edge of the counter in a huff - rudely standing unbent over the tiny worker, using her full height to emphasize her size advantage over him. She roughly slams a cooling, partially full Moonbucks Coffee cup of caramel macchiato down onto the counter in a bid to free up her left hand, nearly clipping the little man in the process. Rolling her eyes and still fuming, the giantess plunges her wrist into her open purse; searching for something while the customer she interrupted turns away to safely distance herself from this clearly agitated rude bitch. Discovering the item for which she had been searching, Karen incredulously blows a puff of breath into the air as she retrieves the pair of used panties from her purse, tossing the soiled garment towards the staggered cashier.

"I want my money back right now," Karen growled down at the increasingly nervous little worker.

"Wh - what seems to be the problem, ma'am," Noah said, regaining his composure and trying to remember the deescalation techniques from the manual.

"The PROBLEM is that I came here last week and they gave me the wrong size panties!" Karen barked.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. What sized can I get you to replace this one?" Noah politely said, attempting to calm the giantess.

"The size on the tag says that this is a size 6, but I'm a size 6 and it doesn't fit. This has to be a size 5 and some idiot here switched the tag before I bought it." Karen replied a bit calmer but with her hands still positioned firmly on her hips.

"Oh, I apologize for the staff. I think I can help you with that. Do you have your receipt?"

"RECIPT?! I told you I bought this last week!" Karen fumed at the audacity of the little man's question.

"Okay, not a problem. Let me just take a look at the garment," Noah calmly said as he walked around giant tarp of laced fabric.

"Um, ma'am, I can't seem to find the sales tag."

"That's because I removed the tag before I wore it, genius," Karen said with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Oh, um. . . well, I think there might be a problem ma'am, you see. . ."

"Oh, there's going to be a problem alright. . . you're looking at her if you don't give me my money!" Karen seethed as she leaned forwards over the little man, her shadow overtaking his workspace.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's company policy. We cannot accept returns of undergarments that have been worn," Noah said firmly.

Having this three inch tall peon in open defiance of her wishes was too much for Karen. She felt her blood boil and her face flush with anger at the thought of this shitty little worker keeping her money. This couldn't stand but she was afraid of what she might do to the little cashier if he kept defying her. After all, when Karen was a child, it was perfectly legal to eat little ones who were twice the size of this uppity cocktail-shrimp-sized pipsqueak. And here, one of these inferior creatures was demanding to see her receipt - safe in the fact that she would be arrested if she pounded him to goo under her closed fist. Feeling her rage bubbling over to dangerous levels, Karen gripped the sides of the counter to brace herself as she leaned ever forward - pressing her face closer to the tiny trembling employee until her nose was close enough to smell the sweat soaking through his doll-sized clothes.

"I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER RIGHT NOW!" Karen screamed loudly in the little man's face, her reverberating volume piercing his eardrums and a putrid torrent of hot moist breath blasting him backwards onto his butt.

Noah squirmed on the table for a few moments, covering his ears and trying to steady his nerves enough to stand again. Meanwhile, Karen didn't lift herself away from the counter top. Shes still gripped the sides and she was still breathing heavily through her nose as she pursed her lips and bit her her tongue in an attempt to control her overflowing rage. Focusing intently on the struggling little worker below her, Karen awaited a response as he clumsily pawed the counter's surface to find his balance, her heavy nose breaths cooling the perspiration against his skin. Finally, Noah managed to stand upright on his own, his legs wobbly and shaking with fear.

"Well. . . um. . . well. . . you. . . see. . ." Noah stuttered up at the colossal red face hovering just above him. She was still close enough for him to smell the espresso on her breath through tightly closed lips.

"SPEAK!" Karen spat down, showering him with marble-sized pellets of spittle.

"Well. . . you see. . . I am the manager."

Noah didn't have time to flinch before the giantess's left hand leapt from its grip, raising far into the sky and smashing back towards the top of his head like a free falling pallet of bricks pushed from a high roof top. Karen's palm obliterated the insignificant manager where he stood; flattening him onto the wood counter in a mess of broken bones and gore.

"Fuck," Karen breathlessly said to herself, surprised by her own unwitting actions.

She looked around and sighed with relief upon realizing that she was the only one left in the boutique. No one had seen her. So with that, she used the panties she intended on returning to wipe up what was left of the tiny manager and swept his corpse off of the counter into her open purse. Karen then wiped down any other surface that might contain her fingerprints, grabbed her coffee cup, pulled down her sunglasses, and nonchalantly exited the boutique.

Description

With apologies to BoomGTS (where I stole this idea ), I give you "Angry Karen".

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Karen storms into the boutique, marching directly towards the checkout counter where a little man is standing below another giantess; his squeaky voice chirping away as he eagerly assists her. The other customer was a dark-haired small framed woman of about 5'3", while Karen was athletic and every bit of 5'9". Saying nothing to the smaller woman she's interrupting, Karen strides past her and pushes herself to the nearest edge of the counter in a huff - rudely standing unbent over the tiny worker, using her full height to emphasize her size advantage over him. She roughly slams a cooling, partially full Moonbucks Coffee cup of caramel macchiato down onto the counter in a bid to free up her left hand, nearly clipping the little man in the process. Rolling her eyes and still fuming, the giantess plunges her wrist into her open purse; searching for something while the customer she interrupted turns away to safely distance herself from this clearly agitated rude bitch. Discovering the item for which she had been searching, Karen incredulously blows a puff of breath into the air as she retrieves the pair of used panties from her purse, tossing the soiled garment towards the staggered cashier.

"I want my money back right now," Karen growled down at the increasingly nervous little worker.

"Wh - what seems to be the problem, ma'am," Noah said, regaining his composure and trying to remember the deescalation techniques from the manual.

"The PROBLEM is that I came here last week and they gave me the wrong size panties!" Karen barked.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. What sized can I get you to replace this one?" Noah politely said, attempting to calm the giantess.

"The size on the tag says that this is a size 6, but I'm a size 6 and it doesn't fit. This has to be a size 5 and some idiot here switched the tag before I bought it." Karen replied a bit calmer but with her hands still positioned firmly on her hips.

"Oh, I apologize for the staff. I think I can help you with that. Do you have your receipt?"

"RECIPT?! I told you I bought this last week!" Karen fumed at the audacity of the little man's question.

"Okay, not a problem. Let me just take a look at the garment," Noah calmly said as he walked around giant tarp of laced fabric.

"Um, ma'am, I can't seem to find the sales tag."

"That's because I removed the tag before I wore it, genius," Karen said with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Oh, um. . . well, I think there might be a problem ma'am, you see. . ."

"Oh, there's going to be a problem alright. . . you're looking at her if you don't give me my money!" Karen seethed as she leaned forwards over the little man, her shadow overtaking his workspace.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's company policy. We cannot accept returns of undergarments that have been worn," Noah said firmly.

Having this three inch tall peon in open defiance of her wishes was too much for Karen. She felt her blood boil and her face flush with anger at the thought of this shitty little worker keeping her money. This couldn't stand but she was afraid of what she might do to the little cashier if he kept defying her. After all, when Karen was a child, it was perfectly legal to eat little ones who were twice the size of this uppity cocktail-shrimp-sized pipsqueak. And here, one of these inferior creatures was demanding to see her receipt - safe in the fact that she would be arrested if she pounded him to goo under her closed fist. Feeling her rage bubbling over to dangerous levels, Karen gripped the sides of the counter to brace herself as she leaned ever forward - pressing her face closer to the tiny trembling employee until her nose was close enough to smell the sweat soaking through his doll-sized clothes.

"I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER RIGHT NOW!" Karen screamed loudly in the little man's face, her reverberating volume piercing his eardrums and a putrid torrent of hot moist breath blasting him backwards onto his butt.

Noah squirmed on the table for a few moments, covering his ears and trying to steady his nerves enough to stand again. Meanwhile, Karen didn't lift herself away from the counter top. Shes still gripped the sides and she was still breathing heavily through her nose as she pursed her lips and bit her her tongue in an attempt to control her overflowing rage. Focusing intently on the struggling little worker below her, Karen awaited a response as he clumsily pawed the counter's surface to find his balance, her heavy nose breaths cooling the perspiration against his skin. Finally, Noah managed to stand upright on his own, his legs wobbly and shaking with fear.

"Well. . . um. . . well. . . you. . . see. . ." Noah stuttered up at the colossal red face hovering just above him. She was still close enough for him to smell the espresso on her breath through tightly closed lips.

"SPEAK!" Karen spat down, showering him with marble-sized pellets of spittle.

"Well. . . you see. . . I am the manager."

Noah didn't have time to flinch before the giantess's left hand leapt from its grip, raising far into the sky and smashing back towards the top of his head like a free falling pallet of bricks pushed from a high roof top. Karen's palm obliterated the insignificant manager where he stood; flattening him onto the wood counter in a mess of broken bones and gore.

"Fuck," Karen breathlessly said to herself, surprised by her own unwitting actions.

She looked around and sighed with relief upon realizing that she was the only one left in the boutique. No one had seen her. So with that, she used the panties she intended on returning to wipe up what was left of the tiny manager and swept his corpse off of the counter into her open purse. Karen then wiped down any other surface that might contain her fingerprints, grabbed her coffee cup, pulled down her sunglasses, and nonchalantly exited the boutique.